I Wished for a Bigger Booty

but couldn't think of what response to give. I even attempted to glance over my shoulder at my butt, as if I'd forgotten it even existed, Like all this time, I had no idea it was a prominent part of my anatomy. And then I returned my gaze to him, still standing there looking dumbfounded. Whatever the hell do you mean, Joe? You look like you've never seen a big ass before. I'm looking at it right now, and I must admit, Aggie,

I don't think I can handle it anymore. It's like your butt has taken on a life of its own overnight. I swear your butt wasn't this big when we lay in bed last night. Quit being ridiculous, would you, Joe? You weren't even pretending to be funny. Who said I was. He sounded sour as he sat beside me and grabbed the TV remote. I'm being serious, Aggie. Your ass has gotten way too big for me to handle. You're going to have to find someone who can do a better

job than me. I looked at him with disbelief, not wanting to believe what I'd heard. I expected him to suddenly start laughing, make like he was only joking, and who knows, maybe I'd have jumped in his lap and offered him some pussy. He did nothing of the sort, and so that let me know he was being serious. But was he serious enough to want to end our

relationship because I've got a big butt? Did you? Joe somehow assumed that I spent last night wishing on having a bigger booty, only for it to happen magically, and now he couldn't stand my appearance anymore. Was he stupid? Or was this some big fucking joke. I got up, strode to the bedroom and slammed the door shut, hoping the noise would alert him to how fucking upset I was. I went and lay on the bed waiting. Minutes went

by and nothing happened. That did it for me as I checked the time on my watch before changing my clothes. I stuffed some clothes in a bag when I was done and left the room. Joe wasn't in the living room. I had no idea where he'd gone, so it was good that he didn't see me leave. I went to a friend's place, someone who I could express my anger towards Joe and take necessary course of action. From there, my friend agreed with me that it was about time

I hooked myself with someone way better than Joe. We decided to hit the club scene that night. My friend's name is Leah. Leah is a wild card, whereas I'm easy going. Leah's always had reservations about me dating Joe. Her foremost complaint was that Joe was too simple minded for someone of my status. I ought to be hanging out with sophisticated types of persons rather than wasting time with a white boy who loves nothing other than sitting

indoors and playing video games. I never took her word seriously, though I couldn't help perceiving how wrong I'd been this entire time. The evening arrived and we got dressed and hit the club scene. I felt like a newbie jumping back into the river. Having stayed away for the duration I'd been with Joe, you'd presume nothing has changed besides the congregation of stunning bitches vying for the same rank

of men we were after. But the competition has always been fierce, and I went with a low mindset of scoring on my first night. Stop looking dour, Leah hissed at me as we passed the security and made for the club's entrance. You aren't going to hook up with someone if you're looking negative. God damn it. Smile. I did my best and projected a winning face that Leah liked. She knew how to look out for me, regardless of

the circumstances. The club was loud and booming. When we worked our way inside, Bodies jammed against each other, breaths mixed with each person's aura, while limbs gyrated to the pulsing, infectious music. Lea spotted several faces she knew. I pretended to go along while scanning the lone men around. There were few and far between, and many seemed to have their dates beside them. A few of them cut glances at me that seemed to say, step on, bitch, buy

you a drink. I stopped when a handsome black man appeared before me at the bar. My heart skipped a beat as I assumed he was referring to some one besides me. His eyes remained on me seconds later, and my cheeks flushed red as I cooked up a welcoming smile. If you wouldn't mind, I said, I'd rather buy you a drink. He gave me a quirky look as if he couldn't believe my response, and then he laughed, all right, you buy this round, and if things go vine, the

next is on me, he said. We placed our order, and I sighted Leah at the far end of the bar, giving me a thumbs up sign. I nodded my head at her, then returned to my evening date. How was I to think the night would end? I had not a frigging clue. It's been a long time since I encountered a man in a club, and the experience felt new to me. He introduced himself as Ray, and we made a toast of friendship. We talked briefly. He asked what a pretty looking gale like me was doing alone

in a nightclub. I replied that I was with a friend and asked him the same question. Probably I was searching around for someone like you, he said. That got me blushing hard. My heart was beating like a trombone in my chest, and my hands kept shaking as I held my drink to my lips. Ray took my hand and we hit the dance floor. I was initially tensed with worry because it had been months since I loosened up to dance. Joe wasn't a fun type of guy

who liked dancing. The fucker barely liked anything that took him outside of his apartment. Anyway, The music made my body tingle in my outfit, and with Ray breathing down against me, I quickly loosened up to his touch. I was having a great time when he pressed his chin against my neckline, and I responded by holding him hard against me. His crotch pressed against my backside, and I gave him way too much enticing friction that he could afford.

That's what happens when you've got an impressive booty like mine. We danced for a long time, and Ray barely took his hands away from grasping my butt. I appreciate that he didn't, as I was getting aroused each second. I knew I shouldn't be thinking about such, especially since I hardly knew the guy, but I was looking forward to fucking him that night. He made the proposal that we should leave, and I agreed. I searched around for Lea,

but I had no idea where she was. Instead, I left with Ray, deciding to call her once outside to explain. We made it to his car. He said his place wasn't far away. I didn't care if he lived on the Moon. I simply wanted to feel what he had in his crotch. The drive to his place took ten minutes. Ray parked his car and then we got out and entered his apartment building. He walked into the building lobby, looking like he owned the place. The elevator doors opened

and we were the only occupants inside. Ray pulled me into his arms and squeezed my butt while we locked lips. We remained like that until the elevator deposited us where Ray wanted, and from there it was a stroll to his apartment door. His apartment was dark once the door opened, but the lights came on seconds later and I turned around to face my new found lover. Ray shut the

door while simultaneously pulling me into his grasp. His hand resumed squeezing my booty while his tongue connected with my lips. We struggled away from the door, and then Ray lifted me into his arms and carted me into his bedroom. He dropped me on his bed, turned me over on to my knees, and, as if I instinctively knew what was demanded of me, aimed my booty at his face. Ray pushed my dress aside to reveal my thong booty,

which then slipped off. Next then he spread my cheeks wide apart and tungued his way up and down my vagina. The feel of Ray's tongue lapping my snatch was like water on a hot day. The feeling it gave me was as hypnotic as it was amazing. I could have remained like that and been grateful for that achievement that I'd craved for so long. I couldn't help shaking my butt, demanding more of his tongue while feeling his lips press against my labia. His lips made a slurping noise as

he slurped up my juice. I wanted to reach behind badly to caress his head to plead for him not to stop, as this was something I'd been craving since forever. Ray finally stopped, but not before giving me a parting kiss, to which I responded by falling face forward. I turned over and watched him discard his clothes. He did it with less hurry than Joe usually would whenever we wanted to have sex. I took time getting out of my clothes too, and lay in his bed in my thigh stockings.

Ray soon joined me in his bed, with his penis swinging side to side like a blind missile. I took hold of it, caressed it, and applied my mouth. It was Ray's turn to lie on the bed while I took charge of the controls. His cock filled my mouth like none other. My jaw was soon starting to hurt, yet I kept choking on his meat, as I felt compelled to do after what he'd done to me. I would have loved to worship his cock all night, except

my pussy was crying for attention. I was busy massaging it between my legs, but it was starting to blaze with fire. I came forward and spread myself over raised thighs. He adjusted himself and assisted me with straddling him better. His cock eventually slipped inside me. The feeling was incredible, and I couldn't stop myself from squirting on his shaft. As I began to write him, his hands caressed, squeezed,

and smacked my butt with loving affection. The feel of his hands on me made writing him so much easier and worth while, I knew, no matter what, I wouldn't be returning to Joe after that night.